The last poem.I observed the marble floor, and the stars that I'd never seen before. Nothing about it was too fantastic. I just realized that I don't need this anymore.The last poem.
I lost interest on the seventeenth, and ten days later I would admit defeat. So I wrote a final poem to indicate that I was going to leave.
I understand its nothing special. That all good rhymes are circumstantial. I use words like an overused crutch. I just don't need them all that much.
So save the rhymes for the hearts that break. Save them for thoughts that don't deviate. There are far too
Yes you can.Sally tells Susan to take a hit. Susan wont get over it. For a very long time she won't feel like she fits. But theres no chance in hell she'll voice her complaints. Can you blame her?Yes you can.
Jaqueline is trying to do her best. To make small talk with strangers on an empty park bench. while Melanie decides to cheat on a test. Because she secretly hates how her friend Jaqueline is so much smarter than her. Can you blame her?
Anna wants to be fake. She doesnt think she has what it takes. To make Henry her long term mate. But she's gonna keep applying her make-u
Something.At sunrise he'll wake me with kisses and smiles. the sound of his voice will be all that i need. At that time i will plan to make this worth while. and thank God that he is with me.Something.
In the daytime he'll stare somewhere into the sun. he wont voice one complaint that the suns in his eyes. At that time i will plan to think of what we have begun. And thank God that he calls himself mine.
At sunset he'll tell me he's been waiting for hours, to tell me each thought that has passed through his brain. At that time I will plan to make the moment ours. And thank God for his
Return to senderDear sweet intoxication, Im sorry Ive not written in so long. Ive been thinking that inebriation, was another word for something wrong. Ive been focused on frustration; contemplated my completion. but judging by our observations, i know now we've been going strong. - From a friend who swears she used to belong.Return to sender
Dear severed rope, im sorry i neglected you. I recently heard that you'd given up hope. For someone who would tell the truth. I know how hard it is to cope, when all you hear is "pass the dope" and if i were also the color of taupe, i
Crutch.If a picture is worth a thousand words than what are all my memories worth? They keep playing through my head like a foreign mini film with subtitles. No talking allowed. And I would think that all these movies would make up a sum of words larger than this poem will ever be.Crutch.
So it's done. And the paparazzi has already started to [text/ e-mail/ call] throw
their hearts out.
When you sent me your
[plea] message I started to cry. I couldn't help it. All I could imagine was your
uncertain stutter
when you said you didn't t
Quick update on Atheism.I can rant and rave for hours and days. I can ignore him and all his quirky ways.Quick update on Atheism.
I can tell myself
that he doesn't matter. I can cry as the rain on my window, patters.
I can meet other boys and think that they're great. I can kiss them, and hold them as inside, I ache.
If I really wanted him, I swear, I would state it. But I don't want him now I want to be sedated.
I hate who he is and all my wasted time. I hate our dull talks and how he's never fine.
I wish he'd disappear right off
The Problem With Men.The problem with men is they all think they're different that they won't make the same mistakes. They're all possessive in their own way. They want everyone to make sure that what belongs to them really does belong to them.The Problem With Men.
The problem with men is they all think they're different but the fact is they're all so predictable the instant they lean into your personal bubble they probably like you. Flash them a pretty smile laugh at all their jokes and pretend you take interest in all the things they do and you've got them hooked.
Sure, eve
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These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
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firanki z cukrowej waty.
i like your screen name
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Even if your Heart is in Darkness, there is always that one little light that makes it all worth it.
anyway thanks again
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Even if your Heart is in Darkness, there is always that one little light that makes it all worth it.
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